Dinner @ Brasserie Zédel

Hey baby
When are you gonna take me
For dinner at Brasserie Zedel?

It’s my favourite spot in Soho
The old boys play piano
Just for me at Brasserie Zedel

And the violins swell
Weaving a spell
It sounds like she’s falling in love

When are you gonna make me your baby
You know I belong in your arms

When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want

Hey baby
I promise I’m not crazy
You could ask the others, but they’re already dead

I’ll do my hair up real nice
Tell you terrible things by candlelight
While the table next to us choke on their bread

Take your Mademoiselle
To your red lit hotel
It’s our own little warm cosy wonderful/beautiful hell

When are you gonna make me your baby
I want to die in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want

We’ll waltz to Waits in the kitchen
You know I’ll look after you real good
Keep you soft, keep you hard
Keep you off the hard stuff

When are you gonna make me your baby
You know I belong in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want